I gave Flash his afternoon bone. The office curtains were open which permitted a view of some lowlife checking his mail. (Only kidding on the lowlife. Anyone checking his mail is suspicious to Flash.) He went racing to the window with the bone in his mouth, growling around it and trying to bark. He stopped for a moment and you could see the mental process. Should I surrender the bone to bark? Should I just give up and walk away?
He gave up and walked away. They’ll check their mail tomorrow.
I’ve been having a bit of insomnia lately. Things like sleeping 20 minutes one night, two hours the next. Last night I woke after being asleep for fifteen minutes, absolutely angry about the whole thing. I stayed up until about 1:00, finally fell asleep, and managed to stay asleep until 10:00 AM, the first good night’s sleep in three days.
I am now dragging.
I’ve allowed myself a cup of caffeinated coffee and I want another one.
After today I know why drug addicts do the upper and downer thing. I kind of feel the same way.
Flash and I just came back from the post office. I wonder why I hate going to the post office so much? Granted, it’s 11 miles away, but it’s all expressway. Have you noticed, in your neck of the woods, how many mail boxes they’ve removed? I can’t find a single one near my neighborhood. We’re supposed to use the “Outgoing Mail” slots in our communal boxes. That’s great unless you have a package. I used to see those big blue things everywhere and now they’re like phone booths – a disappearing breed. At least around here. How about in your neighborhood?